Thursday, 23 January 2014

Not my job.

At work this morning, walked into a scene of utter carnage. Someone
has obviously had a bit of an issue with the photocopier. I think the cartridge
has exploded. There is toner EVERYWHERE.

Copier toner is evil stuff. I’m seriously surprised that no one has
tried to weaponise it. The stuff coats anything
that gets in its way and is almost impossible to get off. When fixing the
copier was my job, it would
inevitably wait until I was wearing any white item of clothing before needing attention.

People used to laugh at me, I took the war against the copier in
our building seriously. There was no way that sucker was ever going to win. Calling the service centre was an admission of
failure as far as I was concerned. I used to carry a flashlight and screwdriver
in my purse in order to be able to fix it. I guess only I could turn copier
fixing into a competitive sport, but after today I’m kinda glad that’s not my
job anymore!

About Me

I once was terrified...... now I don't know what I am.
I started this blog as The World's Most Anxious Person aka WMAP.
I was scared of flying but now, somehow, I managed to get a Private Pilot Licence.
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